Glass Jar Rule

All things are not guaranteed to fall into place for sake of harmony. Neither can we hope for charitable outcomes like overdue rain. Should an enchantress miss her opportunity, do you think she will shutter to purse her lips at a dissected frog? Such an unsanctioned kiss can only bring forth a monstrosity devoid of loyalties. Yet the indignity of formaldehyde glistens like mint julep when laws no longer inspire our confidence. Judges will not resist the disemboweled prince. Captains of finance will stuff their secret charters inside his gaping cavity. His convictions blend marvelously with beastly and shortsighted governors. Middle men denied a greater ascension are the first to examine alternative scepters. A perpetually stuck and foolishly robed aristocracy chide at their limited elevation. With each demeaning group photo, they caress Frankenstein's leaver all the more seductively. Stagnate power and she will dote upon lesser lovers. The oddities which the scalpel has abominated in times past are now put to the sowing machines of demagogues.